A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

Art makes something a lot more visible or audible.

Color possesses me. I don't have to pursue it. It will possess me always, I know it. That is the meaning of this happy hour: Color and I are one. I am a painter.

Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.

A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

Art does not reflect what is seen, rather it makes the hidden visible.

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.